Purgatorial portal

Within the hours of mid-eve The once mortal love that I since believed has now been weaved as thy breathed through sin into the portal may my journey now begin.

Through the purgatorial portal thus spiritual plain remains lost without gain as the once mortal and ordained trans figured into the inane among all mondaine who view thoughts as sung as those chose each stem less rose in reach within the throws and woes that have begun from the voice becomes his preach among each one.

As mortal and moral virtue
divides The long walk of life
that Became thy shadow as
I follow him who guides.

When thoughts last lost
Direction I found thy way
Less often due through
Reflection.

As thus unbound journey
To take in stride by reason
To confide in the direction
Forever among those who
Have turned aside as they
Make way on thru a new
Path in view.

From the strum of the great pagan drum destined dreams seems to become. As its tree from root each heir is but fair too follow its suit. Through the short path is their passage as certain those became the picked rose to be the convict such fate but not chose.